Engelberg is kissed by the last beams of light in the evening.
After running the trail from Bergrestaurant Fürenalp towards Engelberg for approximately 3,5 kilometers the landscape opens up. I’ve reached the end of the forest that has been around me for the last kilometer. The conifers are replaced with alpine meadow and the view over Engelberg village is stunning. Too mesmerized of what’s in front of me I stop, remove my sunglasses and just keep standing on the trail, watching the sun setting behind the mountains on the other side of the valley.
“My trip to Engelberg this time has one goal: to explore and experience the summer trails”
Before leaving Sweden to travel to Switzerland I come to the conclusion that few people know the trails better than Thomas Infanger, the hotel manager at Trail Hotel Engelberg. I book an appointment with him at his hotel.
We meet and I ask him about where to run. He unfolds a couple of maps on the table in front of me, and points at them. Born and raised in Engelberg and a passionate trail runner, he tells me which cable cars to use and which trails have the best view over the valley. I listen carefully, trying to memorize as much as possible. We agree to run together for a couple of hours at Brunni two days later. I say goodbye to the very kind and helpful Thomas. I'm looking forward to meeting him soon.
Unfortunately, the gods of the weather are not with us when we meet at the bottom of the cable car up to Brunni. It’s foggy and some light rain comes in the air. Thomas is still happy and that makes my mood better. We enter the big cable car and run the trails we have planned. When reaching the top, Thomas tells me about this area where we are moving along the trials. He talks about his childhood in the mountains and about his hotel, which has been in the family for a while. When we finish running, we end the morning session with a coffee at Brunnihütte, before leaving the mountain with the cable car.
The day after I have a new guide on the mountain. The Swede Stefan Brunqvist, manager at Spannort Inn, promises me to show me all the good stuff next to Trübsee, at the Titlis-side of the valley. In the evening, when heading down again, I can say that he sure has kept his promise. Satisfied with what I’ve been able to experience in the mountains for the last couple of days, I return to Spannort Inn. I am exhausted, and I fall asleep immediately.